anager.Whatdidhewant?Surelyhedidn''''''''texpecthertojuststayhere,cutofffromworkandtheworld.
Whenthemaurned,Reyahaddriftedintoanotherfevereddoze.Sheblinkedawaketofindafigurelooming—swaddledheadtotoeinawhitehazmatsuit,pletewithhood,shoecovers,mask,andgoggles.
Herlipspartedindisbelief.
Theman''''''''seyeskledbehindthelenses,amusedatherexpression."Justbeingcautious."
Hisgazefelloakeoutbagstillsittinguntouched."Youdid?"
Reyaweaklyliftedafiheunreachableerofthebed."Couldn''''''''treach."
Themanagereyedthedistanceskepticallybef,"Guessnot."
Hemovedthebagontothemattress,stagafewneersbehitlikeamakeshifttray.FromhispocketheproducedablisterpackofTylenondabottleofwater.
"Feverreducers,"heinstructed,pgthemlybesideher."Twopillseveryfourhours."
Theagain,thedoorsealingshutbehindhim.
Reyapickedupthepills,turheminherpalm,thenflickedthemasidewithouthesitation.Whatsheneededwasn''''''''tTylenol.Itwasfood—enoughtoanchorandtametheseethiearingthroughherveins.
ThetakeoutwasKFC—ow,thedampbasementairturningthefriedskinsoggy,greasy,andfaintlyrancid.Still,somethingwasbetterthannothing.Shepinchedhernoseandwolfeditdown,evenswallowingchibones.
Afterchuggiiresoda,sheletoutaloudbeldfloppedbatothemattress,staringbnklyattheceiling.
Herthoughtsdriftedbacktobeforeshe''''''''dbckedout—Julian,thatfool.Hewasn''''''''tmuchtolookat,buthewasn''''''''tabadguy.Kindofcute,inapitifulway.Shesighed.Hisgenitalshadseemedperfectlyhealthy...whatawaste.
Thesrattledassheshifted.Oheneersslidtothefloor,apageflippiheimageontheexposedpageimmediatelycaughthereye.
Speakofthedevil.
Julian''''''''sdistortedfacestaredbaagrainyblow-up,behaheadlinescreaminginblockletters:
HAUNTEDHOUSEHORROR:QUASIMODO''''''''SMYSTERIOUSD
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